Dead Poets Society《死亡诗社》典故整理原版英美美文

1. Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain! (Abraham Lincoln)
O Me! O Life!
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here--that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse
Song of Myself
I sound my barbaric yawp / over the rooftops of the world\
A Song of Joys
Oh, to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted.
To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports.
Oh, I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave.
To mount the scaffolds. To advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance.
To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on!
Oh, to have life henceforth, the poem of new joys
To indeed be a god!
2. Robert Herrick
To the Virgins to Make Much of Time
Carpe diem : seize the day
3. Tennyson
Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams, and I’ll show you a happy man.
4.
But only in their dreams can men be truly free. Twas always thus, and always thus will be. Keating Tennyson
5. Henry David Thoreau
The Dead Poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life.
An Excerpt from Walden
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.
6. Raymond Calvert
The Ballad of William Bloat
In a mean abode in the Shanking Road, lived a man named William Bloat. Now, he had a wife, the plague of his life, who continually got his goat. And one day at dawn, with her nightshift on, he slit her bloody throat.
7. Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ulysses
Come, my friends. Tis not too late to seek a newer world. For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength/ which in old days moved Earth and heaven. That which we are, we are: one equal temper of heroic heart/made weak by time and fate, but strong in will: to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield
8. Vachel Lindsay
The Congo
Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black/ cutting through the forest with a golden track.
9. William Shakespeare
Titus Andronicus
Macbeth
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
17.Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in the wood and I… I took the one less traveled by.
And that has made all the difference.
18. Byron
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
19. Cowley Ulysses
The Prophet
Teach me to Love? go teach thyself more wit;
I chief Professor am of it....
The God of Love, if such a thing there be,
May learn to love from Me.
He who does boast that he has been
In every Heart since Adamòs sin,
I’ll lay my Life, nay Mistress on’t that’s more;
I teach him thing he never knew before;。